Even though I could obtain street weed without much effort, there was still a psychological terror that I stuffed down in the deep of my worries. That soupy ocean of nightmarish thoughts. The ones that rise when conjured to overpower your calm senses with molecules of fear and loathing.
A 60-70ish year-old woman. She is in so much pain her social skills are cut to the quick. She wears a mask because of the pandemic but her eyes and furrowed brow give her grimace of pain away as she casts her eyes downward to avoid contact. She doesn’t feel like “doing the niceties”.
There’s no lawn mowers going up here as as we’ve we’ve accumulated about a half an inch of snow already why we’ve been talking. Goodness snow just really tickles my fancy. So okay, since you’re bragging about your beautiful snow, I helped a girlfriend bring her sailing vessel up the ditch the other day, and the sun was shining brightly and beautifully and the wind was cool and breezy. And we had a successful voyage. So that was cool.
You and I were just chatting a second ago and you were about to say that the book wasn’t about you, it was about the whole process of trying to understand cannabis in the public realm, and getting our legislators to understand what they’re trying to legislate for the public, but they don’t, they’re not realizing the public they’re legislating for our patients, they’re trying to do something different. And it’s been so frustrating that just tried to that the bill to cap THC down here in Florida just failed, and so good for us, and a lot of other horrible bills too.
I have a lot of experience loving alcohol. Alcohol has a lot of experience pickling my liver and distorting my mind and decision-making process. If you’re not familiar with the sensation, the level of distortion begins with a tickle within your mind that swells to giddiness that may even include goose bumps`, a false sense of relaxation and perhaps euphoria that is quickly replaced by a heightened sense of excitement and too many times, poor decisions that often end in monumental letdown. I know that game. Face to face.
For all you land lubbers out there, that means her tiny little sailboat about the size of a VW Bug got tossed around like seaweed in a volatile storm with winds well over 60knots coming up the east coast in open ocean. I didn’t catch the circumstances that put her in harm’s way but suffice it to say, you have many Come to Jesus moments in a situation like that.
I know so many amazing people who could create an ebook and do the same thing with their own special skills and experience. My buddy Jay who is a physical therapist in the real world but loves the stories of brewing whiskey soooo much that he’s now a connoisseur of the drink and can tell the greatest yarns about the brew, converting a Baptist to the scot’s water.
By only listening to me… you will only know what I’ve learned. But there is so much more to discover and I’m hurrying as fast as I can to get the important stuff to you first! Listen to others about the subject. Find your own great sources and tell your friends. Word of Mouth is the best way to get the message out in this federal era of no cannabis advertising.
I had to read a book in preparation for an interview and I’m so glad I did. I hate reading. It bothers my eyes really badly… so I try to get the audible version of every book I can get my hands on now. Besides that, I abhor the thought of cutting down 20-80 year old trees for paper. But this book didn’t have an audible so I bought the eBook and was back at the misery of heavy lids, squinty-watery eyes and intractable yawning.
